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Thirty seconds is not a long time.

But in the current situation of No. 58, it felt like thirty years.

The mechanical ticking sound from the watch, tick-tock tick-tock, each movement of the second hand was like a death sentence for No. 58.

Tobias Perkins and his group indeed had ill intentions, but why would he be held hostage like this?

No. 58 closed his eyes tightly, listening to Sebastian Swinton's whisper in his ear.

"How about it? Only ten seconds left."

"Ten... nine...eight..."

Swinton replaced the mechanical sound of the second hand with a voice broadcast.

This was all the more annoying to No. 58.

He couldn't open the door, but he also didn't want to die.

But he had to choose one between the two options.

The prank ends here."

A cold male voice came from the end of the corridor.

Swinton looked up and saw a very clean-looking man leading several others dressed in suits and leather shoes, walking towards them.